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hey guys, if anyone wants to stay in touch or anything, i'll still be checking this account ( lmao i have no storage left for other apps on my phone, kiLL ME ) quite a bit so !!

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hey guys !! i had a busy day yesterday and still have a few errands to run today, so i'll be on tonight

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text || noeul

kyuhan: wht i thought u were gonna tell me 2 fight the neanderthal n bouncer at the same time

kyuhan: which i could TOTALLY do and win

kyuhan: while buying u drinks @ th same time bc im amazing

kyuhan: send ur location mayb im near

kyuhan: tbh im probably alrdy in the bar

noeul: wouldn't that be rich

noeul: a sight to behold, much like pigs flying :)

noeul: so yeah, don't delude yourself dude lmao

noeul: i'd recognize your lanky ass anywhere, we're not at the same place

noeul: but i think it's called the lash?

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ofkyuhan:

      kyuhan wasn’t counting the rings, but it felt like enough of them had passed that any second now he’d be listening to her answering machine telling him to leave a message after the beep. his head was lolling to the side and his eyes were closing, indecisively rolling to the back of his head while he fought to keep them open. he felt himself getting ready to give up and pass out on his vomit after all, and just as he was lowering the phone her voice rang through his ear. at first he wasn’t sure if it was really her he had just heard on the other side of the line and not just some sort of auditory hallucination, and picked his head up to look around just in case someone else was around. there was no one but him at the alleyway, and the absence of rings was further evidence she really had picked up. he let his head fall back against the cold concrete wall. “ noeul, ” he breathed out like a man who’s been defeated by a city but not quite giving up yet. “ i know this is an odd request, ” he began, followed by a stretch of silence as he attempted to string the words he wanted to say together. “ and i don’t really know how much you like me, ” he added, licking over his dry lips. “ but something tells me i’m about to die, and i was hoping you’d like me enough to want to see me around for another time or two. " 

     it was a little dramatic for his current situation, but kyuhan has always been incessantly chatty when he’s had a little too much to drink. plus, it wasn’t too far from the truth. just who knows what would happen if he did loose consciousness then and there? he could choke on his own vomit, or someone could come around with a knife and decide to stab him– or worse, COPS could find him.

the initial lack of response on his end made her furrow her brow once more, out of slight concern or mere confusion, she couldn’t be sure. mouth agape, she was about to greet him again when finally, he spoke. how he said her name — if the circumstances were more apparent and not possibly serious — would usually humour noeul or have her rolling her eyes. “ scarlett johansson, actually. charmed, ” she retorted, leaning back in her seat with her eyes focused on the stretch of road ahead of her, buzzing with activity. as he continued speaking, she reached for her drink — coke, no ice, N E V E R  ice — and mentally braced herself for whatever followed ‘ odd request, ’ a questioning thought or two popping into her head and tripling by the time he had gotten out all that he had wanted to say. “ ... kyuhan, what the fuck are you talking about ? ”

she had her doubts that he was on the verge of certain death, his words not those of a man who was aware that he was facing such a dilemma. however, something told her — perhaps rationality and experience — not to shut him down over an exaggeration of the truth as she sipped on the fountain drink she clutched in her hand. eyes flitting out of the passenger’s side window and boring into the body passing her car, she took the straw away from her lips and quietly sighed. “ you’re not going to DIE, ” she... reassured him, unsure of what else to say — or how else to say it. besides, he could take whatever blunt observation she had to offer, so she wasn’t particularly concerned with what she had managed to utter.

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text || kenna

kenna: what a dick.

kenna: i'm not a big bar kind of gal but i can for sure go and retrieve your items for you. was it the bar that i work at ?? or a different one??

noeul: bless your heart babe

noeul: no, it's like two minutes away from this awesome sushi place, i think it's called lash??

noeul: near south la street

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text || roux

roux: so long story short... you are basically asking me to get your purse and jacket?

noeul: ... pretty much

noeul: and it's more of a polite demand since i'm freezing my ass off and the fucking brute that tossed me out won't stop scowling at me

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distance was normally something noeul welcomed — emotionally, from most people that she encountered; she always sought the easy way out of getting invested and that was the best way to do so — however, she could not despise it more when it came to the few people that she let in wholeheartedly. time differences and hectic schedules ensured that she’d run into at least O N E instance of missed communication with her family per week, and tonight had been a repeat of such inconveniences. she missed the munchkins and her father dearly, but working until closing in one of los angeles’ many outlet stores led her to abandoning the chance to call them later that night, her concentration on the customers scouring the racks fleeting.

she locked up at half past ten, having to tend to a couple of middle-aged sisters who took their precious time deciding which one would take the royal blue variation of a blouse, while the other would take the black... only to decide to swap them every now and again since they were the same size. it was a relatively minor misstep in an otherwise seamless end to her night, but she was quick to get back on her supposed schedule, her 2009 black accord pulling out of the parking lot and heading to mcdonald’s for some late night comfort food. the closest location — and the best in the city, mind you; they didn’t skimp out on sweet and sour sauce — was only five minutes down the road and she was more than eager to get through the drive thru in ten minutes or less. she had the local classic rock station playing to keep her occupied upon arrival and while waiting in the four car lineup to the mic alone, fingers tapping to the rhythm as her patience wore thin as always. 

her ten minute trajectory was a bust, two of the cars ahead had actually been cabs containing who she could only assume were lightweight  f r o s h  from her own campus, so of course it would take twenty fucking minutes for her to leave the lot. fuck her drawn-out night. it normally took her ten to fifteen minutes, traffic depending, to get home and she knew for a fact that saturday night was an awful time to be on the road. again, the radio kept her addled mind preoccupied as she found herself stuck behind cabbies and cars full of twenty-somethings eager to drink and fuck the night away. she was soon about a block away from her apartment when her cell phone vibrated from its place in the nook below the radio, her eyes quickly flitting over to see who was contacting her. 

the distinct pattern in vibration had already alerted noeul that it was a phone call, but it wasn’t the frankly unusual occurrence of receiving a call at this hour that had her drawing her brows together in confusion. KYUHAN. he didn’t seem like the type to opt for that means of communication, however it was more of the fact that he was contacting H E R of all people that resulted in bewilderment on her part. eyes drifting back to the road, she acknowledged that while letting it go straight to voicemail would admittedly be easier for her, it was inherently stupid given common reasons for instances like this on a saturday night. she was quick to pull over, wheels just grazing the edge of the sidewalk, as she picked up her phone and slid the green phone icon just before its sixth ring. “ yeah ? ” to most, it would sound like she had awoken to the incessant buzzing in the comfort of her bedroom, but the airy response contained an equally annoyed and inquisitive edge. after all, it better have been good, it had been a long, fruitless day.

               ☆  — ( noeul )      

         kyuhan knew that most of his ideas weren’t good ones, and he usually found this out a few hours after he thought he had the best idea he’s had in a while. it’s always in retrospect that good ideas don’t seem like good ideas, and right now he’s going through one of those retrospective moments where he’s wondering why he ever thought getting drunk in the middle of the day was ever a good idea. so why did he get drunk in the middle of the day? it started at 1pm, and he was at a gas station mini mart and the alcoholic beverages especially SPARKLED at him that day. he also thought that america was a free country, and today he felt the need to let someone know that when they asked him why he was drunk at a mini mart at the middle of the day. except nobody asked him because nobody seemed to c a r e, which was a real shame, kyuhan thinks as he tries not to fall on his knees, because he’s really fun when he’s drunk. 

     the contents of his stomach leave an unpleasant and acid-like taste in his mouth, and the scent the dumpster next to him is producing doesn’t help. he doesn’t remember the last time he was heaving in an alley way, but boy, does it bring back memories. the recollections only appear fleetingly because he can’t really focus on anything at the moment– his current priority is winning the fight against his t r e m b l i n g body in fear that he’ll fall and decide to just lay there and pass out. he pushes himself up and turns around just in time to fall back against the brick wall and stay there, trying to ignore the way the world is spinning as he attempts to dig his phone out of his pocket. once in his hand, his shaking fingers manage to light the screen up, and he narrows his eyes as he tries to remember what comes after that. while he looks at his lock screen with deliberation he notices it’s 11pm, and it reminds him that he’s been actively drinking for the past eleven hours. even now there’s an almost empty bottle of beer wrapped up in a paper bag in his hand that he uses the last contents of to wash out the taste of vomit in his mouth. 

 after f i n a l l y managing to make it his contacts list, his thumb scrolls down the endless list of numbers with vague names or no names at all. he’s trying desperately to remember which of these people live in la, and after a few minutes of this his eyes close in on a name that’s familiar enough. noeul. sure… sure, why not. noeul– he doesn’t know if he can expect any favors from her, but his consciousness edges closer and closer towards the ground and he’s not sure how much l o n g e r he can hold out before his knees finally give in. he presses on her pictureless icon and calls because he knows he won’t manage a text at this point, holding the phone against his ear and HOPING she’ll pick up.

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i’m finally able to get on my laptop !! i’ll answer the few things i have in my activity bar since it’s kinda late now. i just rly wanna help make the dash active and not.. feel like a lazy little shit lmao

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@rapgcd whAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE THEM?? i’m so emo over this, how will i survive the rest of festa, how will i survive so far away with jin and jk??

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text || open

noeul: hey so funny story

noeul: i may have placed a bet with a 6'2 neanderthal at this bar dt. and won ofc

noeul: but he fuckin threw a tantrum over buying me drinks for the night and outed me being underaged to the whole bar

noeul: so guess who got kicked out by a prick of a bouncer without their purse or fucking jacket, and i'd really.. appreciate you claiming it for me ??

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                                          Does it still hurt?                                      Even after all these years?                                                                                                       ——( “Yes.” )

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bangjihoon replied to your photo: ✦˚ i cover it up ˚✦  |  listen ❛❛ — hold the...

PVRIS IS MY SH IT

saAAAAME 

i went through most of their discography in one sitting just to figure out lyric meanings and honestly ?? can’t complain, probably would if it was like 70 or 80% of my library lol

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.. can you tell who my bias is ?? well, 1/2 of my bias ( god help me i mean )

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bangjihoon:

❛❛ yeah, but like, you think these guys do research on anything?? i mean, they’re telling someone they look like they fell from heaven. it’s dumb. they’re dumb. like, who even knows if heaven is real in the first place but they just ASSUME! ❜❜ okay, so maybe her remark about him being totally gone from what he smoked not too long before this conversation, but that shouldn’t completely dismiss his argument. jihoon will admit that he’s easily swayed by food, however, so her inquiry about a thai restaurant nearby interests him immediately. ❛❛ uhhhh. maybe we can google it, ‘cause y’know what, those royal rolls sound delish. ❜❜

“ i think anyone who values a valid argument would, but for a cliché pickup line ? fat fucking chance. ” before she could stop herself, a quiet huff of amusement at his... passion for the topic at hand escaped noeul. “ ‘s not entirely surprising, almost everything we do and think derives from assumption... by the way, we’re not going to have that conversation tonight, hoonie, for the sake of your sanity and mine. ” she wasn’t taking any chances on a possible existential crisis-inducing chat, hence why she was quick to shut it down before it were to happen, especially when she was positive that he was high. so it wasn’t shocking when he easily ditched his bacon craving, which was a relief as the girl was  N O T  going to go to a grocery store at this hour for something she wasn’t entirely fond of herself. and she called herself a canadian. “ right. you’d think i’d know these things by now, but unfortunately, no. ” unlocking her phone, she was quick to open chrome and type in ‘ thai restaurant ’ before continuing to speak. “ i can’t even remember the last time i had one, or pad thai... fuck, probably before i moved here. ”

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✦˚ i cover it up ˚✦  |  listen

❛❛ — hold the summer in your hands ‘til the summer turns to sand, we were staring at our CEILINGS thinking of what we’d give to have one more day of sun. ❜❜

i. easy yoke — FAVELA • ii. fading — vallis alps • iii. never know — golden vessel ft. lastlings • iv. mind over matter ( acoustic ) — pvris • v. amenamy — purity ring • vi. mountain at my gates — foals • vii. tyrants — catfish and the bottlemen • viii. pullin punches — arkells • ix. red heart — hey rosetta! x. bloodbuzz ohio — the national • xi. ceilings — local natives • xii. i feel it all — feist • xiii. miracle mile — cold war kids • xiv. stranger — miami horror ft. future unlimited • xv. that loneliness — jagwar ma • xvi. you don’t get me high anymore ( a-trak remix ) — phantogram ft. joey purp • xvii. open season ( gryffin remix ) — josef salvat • xviii. line of sight — ODESZA ft. WYNNE & mansionair • xix. perth — bon iver

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i’ve had such a long day on such little sleep that i’ve been dropping all evening and think i’ll give in now. i’ll be on in tomorrow afternoon though, good night guys !!